Chapter 138： you again!

The magical creatures like unicorns, except for fighting with himself and their kinsmen, Fisch has never seen them injured.

The creatures in the forbidden forest, even the most ferocious eight-eyed giant spiders and giant monsters, never actively attack them.

So after knowing that Lokhlin was actually injured, whether it was Wuwu or Feishu, they knew that something must be wrong, not to mention Wuwu said that the smell of blood was very strong, and Lochlin's injury was obviously not light.

Feish didn’t have the slightest suspicion about Wuwu’s judgment, except that it had no need to deceive himself, but also because Feish knew how exaggerated Yeqi’s sense of smell was. Compared with them, even if Luwei had three The nose is nothing.

Especially when it comes to distinguishing the smell of blood, even if they are far apart, the night skewers can easily smell it, and can also distinguish the owner of the blood and the approximate amount of bleeding.

If you use the analogy with other creatures, it is probably a terrestrial shark, even better than the shark's sense of smell.

"hold head high!"

Wu Wu let out a short and sharp scream, carrying Feixu soaring into the sky, most of the adult Ye Qi also immediately followed, and the rest stayed to take care of the young foal.

Several other forbidden forest creatures that have good combat power and can fly have made similar choices.

In the sky, Fisch changed back to the form of a little tabby cat, lying on Wuwu's back, with four paws firmly grasping the black mane on its back.

Of all the flying horses, the riding experience of Ye Qi is the worst, because they have basically no meat on them, just a layer of skin clinging to the bones, and the human form sits on it and the buttocks are panicked, so they still lie in the cat form. The above is better.

Then Fisch stretched out his small paw and patted Wuwu with Leopard's Swiftness.

The Leopard's Swiftness spell suddenly awakened shortly after Feish became a clouded leopard, without a hint of warning.

When awakening this spell, Fisch was immersed in the Easter holiday homework under the enthusiastic guidance of the school sisters.

Just by looking at the name, this is a series of spells that belong to the brute force of wagyu, the lightness of cats, and the tenacity of bears. The effect is to greatly increase the movement speed and attack speed.

But unlike the other three spells, Leopard’s Swiftness can be added to other people.

Under the urging of Feishu, Wu Wu flicked his wings vigorously, his speed increased by a large amount, threw down the other flying creatures behind him, and hurried away in the direction of Lochlin.

Soon, Wu Wu flew over a river bank that was not unfamiliar with Fisch and it-this was one of the drinking points often used by creatures in the depths of the forbidden forest.

Although because of the existence of Feish and Hagrid, most of the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest seldom attack each other, and Hagrid usually put food into the forest.

The horsemen who regard the entire forbidden forest as their own territory will also maintain the ecological balance within the forbidden forest according to the astrology, but there are still creatures like the eight-eyed giant spider.

Therefore, when most of the forbidden forest creatures drink water, they still choose to have relatively sparse surrounding trees like this, so that they can better observe the surrounding water sources to prevent being attacked by other creatures.

But now, Lochlin, a unicorn that is almost impossible to be attacked, was injured in the most unlikely place to be attacked. The silver-white blood was scattered near the river bank, shining in the moonlight. The bottom is very eye-catching.

And Lochlin was lying not far from the river bank, letting out a weak and sorrowful cry, and a man in black robe who was very familiar with Fisch was squatting in front of it, not knowing what he was doing.

"Ha——!" (=ΦДΦ=)

Seeing the figure of the black-robed man, Fei Xu immediately lowered his ears and the hair of his whole body exploded, but this time he did not arch his back. Instead, he lay down lower, completely hiding himself behind Wuwu.

"Meow."

He whispered a reminder in Wuwu's ear, and asked it to be careful of this black-robed man, and Fei might not forget the thing that they had lost in the first place.

Wu Wu, who was ordered by Feishu, slammed his wings twice, then immediately gathered it to his side, and took Feishe and fell to the black-robed man below.

Quirrell was lying on the dying unicorn, sipping its silvery white blood from the wound. Voldemort, who was attached to him, felt that his power had been restored, and he also noticed that his blood was incidental. The curse that comes.

But Voldemort was not worried. In his current situation, he was half-dead with or without a curse. Drinking unicorn blood was just a stopgap measure. As long as he could get the Philosopher's Stone, he could get rid of this situation.

And even if it fails, it doesn't matter. Voldemort has a way to leave most of the side effects caused by the unicorn blood on him when he leaves Quirrell.

In other words, Voldemort intends to do so regardless of the success of the plan, but Quill will not know about this until Voldemort leaves Quirrell's body.

After drinking the blood of the unicorn, Quirrell took out a bottle from his arms as Voldemort's orders, and moved it to its wound.

Although Quirrell had used a dragon egg in the pig's head bar to use a dragon egg to get through Hagrid's mouth long ago, Dumbledore had always been in school, so that Voldemort did not dare to act rashly.

Until now, he secretly made all the preliminary preparations almost done, and then ordered Quillo to sneak into the forbidden forest and obtain the blood of the unicorn to restore his strength.

Only after recovering a part of his strength, Voldemort could perfectly forge a letter from the Ministry of Magic to deceive Dumbledore, but before Dumbledore left, he needed more unicorn blood to maintain his strength, so he still It is necessary to stock up some blood for later use.

Originally, with Voldemort's temperament, he didn't have to be so troublesome at all. When he needed it, he would come to the Forbidden Forest to drink something fresh. It was the style of the Dark Lord.

The reason he would do this was because of Fisch.

If it were just a unicorn being attacked, Dumbledore would not have paid attention to this side so quickly, but it was different with Fisch who would come to play in the Forbidden Forest every weekend.

Although Voldemort wanted to kill Feish all the time, he also had to admit that Feish's talent similar to that of Veeva and his status as the adopted son of Professor McGonagall would definitely make Dumbledore pay attention to independence in the first place. When the horned beast was attacked, he might even ignore his forged letters and give up going to the Ministry of Magic.

So he only had this chance, so he naturally had to save a little more for future use.

After collecting enough unicorn blood, Quirrell stood up and handed control of his body to Voldemort.

Voldemort drew his wand and pointed it at Lochlin, who was dying on the ground, with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

Even if he doesn't use his hands, this unicorn will not live long, but taking a pure life with his own hands will make the Dark Lord feel great psychological satisfaction.

"Avadaso—"

"!!!"

When the spell was about to exit, Voldemort suddenly heard a huge howling from above him, and he rushed to the side with rich combat experience, avoiding Wuwu's attack.

"hold head high--!"

Wu Wu, who was missed by a single blow, gave a long scream when he was about to hit the ground, his wings shook, climbed back into the air, and then circled Voldemort in the low air.

Voldemort rolled on the grass, then looked at the huge figure in the sky, his tone was surprised and puzzled: "Yeqi?"

As the dark lord who once suppressed the entire British magical world, Voldemort certainly would not be afraid of a small night skimmer. He just wondered why the night skimmer would come to help the unicorn, no matter in terms of attributes or character, either. It's hard to have friendship between them.

However, neither surprise nor doubt would interfere with Voldemort's decision. He raised his wand, intending to shoot down this inexplicable Ye Qi.

He had already killed a unicorn anyway, and it wouldn't be a big deal to kill another Ye Qi.

At this moment, Voldemort's eye suddenly caught a green light, and he immediately dodged, and quickly turned his head to look in the direction of the green light-he thought someone was using the Killing Curse on himself.

Then Voldemort saw that the unicorn that had been knocked down by him before, and was almost dying, stood up again.

Although it looks a bit bumpy, the wound has basically healed, and its eyes are full of anger when it looks at it, and it doesn't look like it's dying at all.

At the same time, a group of green light was entwined on this unicorn's body.

Before Voldemort was just a glimpse of the light, so he didn’t pay attention, but now that he saw the green light completely, he found that the green light was completely different from the light of the Killing Curse, giving people a warm and majestic feeling. .

The active life force constantly attracted Voldemort who was half-dead, but the warm feeling it carried made Voldemort instinctively feel a little repulsive.

Voldemort squinted his eyes and started to back away slowly.

There was something wrong with the situation right now, and he didn't plan to stay anymore. Anyway, the blood of the unicorn was already in his hands. The previous rollover in the responsive house was still vivid, and Voldemort didn't want to have any more extravagances.

As for the green light on the unicorn...

Voldemort moved back slowly while holding his wand, staring into the unicorn's eyes and starting a dementia.

Unicorns themselves are very resistant to magic. Although they don’t understand Occlumency, most of the spells will not work very well on them. Even Voldemort just reluctantly Several words were extracted from its thoughts.

[Anger... Worry... Later fear... Anxious...]

as well as……

[Fish! 】

This sudden name surprised Voldemort's heart, and he looked around vigilantly.

"Meow--!"? (=`Д'=)?

A small gray figure shot out from the oblique stabbing, rushed towards Voldemort, and quickly grew bigger in the course of the attack. The silver-gray hair also turned into a more distinctive golden yellow, and one was slightly proportional. The huge exaggerated claws slapped Voldemort's face fiercely.

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